Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Horror With Eyeballs , by - The Dissociatives. Song from the album The Dissociatives, in the genre АльтернативаHorror With Eyeballs |
| Behind this gold picket fence lies A whole institute |
| Where wallpaper painters scrape and scarecrows swell waterlogged |
| Now I got dead time on my hands |
| For feeding my animals |
| All of this time on my hands |
| So far has gone to feeding my animals |
| On this dark kissed day the light shines through only you |
| Or is it because your silhouette is your frame like an empty window |
| Now I got cold time up my sleeve, I’m feeling destitute |
| All of this time on my hands |
| So far has gone to feeding my animals |
| I feel root vegetable! |
| Am I dead? |
| Or buried alive? |
| I sleep warm velvet wand |
| Buy the night… I'm selling the sun, my skin feels |
| Silky smooth now I’m buried in mud |
| All of this time on my hands |
| So far has gone to feeding my animals |
| All of that time I was dead |
| Limbless in bed, sedated experiment na, na, na, na |
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